Once there was a poor little boy who had no father or mother. Everything was dead and there was nobody left in the whole wide world. He went and searched night and day, but everything was dead. And, because there was nobody left on earth, and the moon had always looked down on him so kindly, he thought he’d go up to heaven. But when he reached the moon he found it was a piece of rotten wood. And then we went to the sun, and when he reached the sun he found it was a withered sunflower. And when he came to the stars they were little golden flies that a shrike had struck on a blackthorn. And when he wanted to go back to earth, the earth was an upturned pot. And he was all alone. And he sat down and cried, and he’s sitting there still, all alone.
— Gypsy Woman’s monologue from Woyzeck by Georg Buchner